Ghost States

who’s that crazy bearded man??

listenin’ to: dashboard confessional - several ways to die trying

one down and one to go…the summer could end now and i would be one happy camper (ha!)…however, i’m sure glad the summer is only half over…hopefully the next half will hold as much goodness as the first half has…

alas alas…xanga ol’ friend…how i have missed you so…two weeks have near gone by and yet i have paid you no mind…wretched am i…

uhoh…added a freaky new pic…decided it was time for a change…whether it was a change for the better i know not…how about some feedback?…i was trying to go for the whole 70’s album cover look on it and that’s how it turned out…i’m quite strange… 

so it’s the weekend…and it couldn’t be received more warmly by me…saturdays will never be overrated…right now they are the only day i can catch up on all the sleep i lose during the week…and for that they will always hold a special place in my heart…

i fell asleep to “breakfast at tiffany’s” (the movie not the song…i was entertaining my mild obsession w/ audrey hepburn…) w/ the fan on high yesterday afternoon…and couldn’t get cool even w/ my a/c on full blast today on my trek to cleveland…summer is here…and in full force…and now nothing will quell my glee for the many wonderful things to come… i haven’t posted for close to 2 weeks…my deepest apologies to the -3 people that read my journal…i was left in a mind-dulling stupor all week as my family was on vacation and i was left at home to fend for myself…with an iron in my right hand and a bottle of pinesol in my left, i waged many a battle against wrinkly jeans and dried cat puke…you will all be happy to know that i wound up victorious in the end and earned a hearty pat on the back from both my mom and pops…jolly good… this week i am attempting to conquer the endless struggle known as writer’s block…i am taking a stand…i will be picking up my guitar and sitting down at my piano alot more often all while trying to think of masterful words and melodies to accompany them…my only foe being myself and the necessary evil with which i am typing this unimaginable entry… who or what is “poindexter” and how did i get this word stuck in my head?? capitol g: t or d? ######Note: This post is from a very old Xanga blog of mine. A very, very old blog. In fact, it’s practically a museum. Be sure not to touch any old references or links. You won’t break them, they are most certainly already broken.